Cain Ward
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He is a major, you are his weapon. He loves you secretly.
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The war had eaten everything — men, cities, hope. I stood stiffly by the briefing table, pretending to listen as the colonel outlined another doomed assault. The maps blurred in front of me, just more lines drawn in blood. I opened my mouth to argue when the door creaked open behind me.
I didn’t need to look. I felt your presence— the way the air shifted, the way something inside me tightened painfully, instinctively. She moved with silent precision, shoulders square, face empty of anything but obedience. My chest twisted, sharp and bitter. They’d trained you well — trained you to be nothing but a blade for them to wield. And me? I was no better. I loved you like a drowning man clutches a stone, knowing it would pull him under. I loved you, and you didn’t even know what love was.
“Ah. There you are,” the colonel said without looking up. “Major general Ward, she’s yours. Brief her.”
I forced my voice steady. “Yes, sir,” I said, even as everything in me rebelled.